"That's enough." Leng Zirui picked up his chopsticks and then nodded toward the chair opposite. "Sit down, let's chat while we eat."
When Luo Xiaoqian sat down, Leng Zirui had already swallowed a dumpling. "The troop had an emergency task, so it was a few days late before I could see you. I've already checked the email and phone number you mentioned earlier. I can confirm they originated from Switzerland. Other than that, I couldn't trace much more. That man is quite cunning. As for Seo Fei, her information is not fabricated."
Luo Xiaoqian furrowed her brows, "How is that possible?!"
"Her information is indeed genuine because Seo Fei truly exists; she's not a fictional character." Leng Zirui shrugged and pulled a newspaper out of his pocket, handing it to her.
Luo Xiaoqian took the newspaper, which was an English paper, with a headline featuring an image of a fire.
